#Music Stars! Frostbite Storm

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Let's talk more about Mayday.

I was going through my second watch of the Bad Batch season 2, and The Outpost really stuck out to me, but not because of Crosshair. Don't get me wrong, the character development that man went through was *chef's kiss*, but it was Mayday's story that got to me.

We know very little about Mayday and his squadron. We don't even know what his CT number was, or the names of his full squad, but there are a few things we can infer about him and his men.

(spoilers for S2 E12 under the cut)

As we all know, keeping an entire clone squadron alive through the Clone Wars was next to impossible. Season after season, we watched good clones die from all sorts of squadrons and for all types of reasons (RIP Fives).

Without any outside information, it can be inferred that Commander Mayday was able to keep his entire squad alive throughout the Clone Wars. Meaning Mayday was a great leader and cared about his men, as well as the mission.

However, that all changed when he and his men were stationed on the godforsaken planet Barton IV. In the first few minutes of meeting Mayday, we see the helmets of his fallen squad memebrs memoralized on display, as well as his last two men still alive.

The Clone Wars lasted for about 3 years. They survived together for 3 years. Then, in the short time frame of just 1 year, he lost his entire squad. All of them. Just gone. Blown-up, shot, eaten, or frostbit, they died somehow, and for what?

Imagine what Mayday must have felt as his squad slowly got picked off one by one. They were just like all the other squads in the Clone Wars. They had names and personalities. They had likes and dislikes. They probably made fun of each other and laughed. They may have even cried. They were brothers.

The most heartbreaking part was when Mayday finally knew what his men gave their lives for. Gear. And not even clone trooper gear, but storm trooper gear. They battled the planets elements in literal rags, all the while dying to protect gear they could have been using. Even the music was heartbreaking.

The amount of internal twisting in his gut when he realized must have been excruciating. Clones don't show a lot of emotion. They are soldiers, after all. However, they're also human. I don't care how rough, tough, or gruff you are, you'll feel something watching a comrade die in action.

And that brings me to the avalanche scene. Everyone really focuses on Crosshair's part in this, and the correlation to their previous conversation about "dead weight", but Mayday threw a gut punch. It's one line. But it carries so much weight.

"Go, I won't make it."

This man, who has lost his entire squadron and failed the mission, has completely resigned to his fate. He's ready to die. He's ready to leave this world behind because everything he fought for is gone. He has no squad to go back to, and the empire doesn't take in strays.

At that point, death was his best option. Honestly, that is where this whole scene hits differently. Because it happens in real life with real soldiers. They fight, lose their buddies, and come back to a society that tosses them aside like garbage. They too feel that their best option is death, and they run to it.

Truly heartbreaking.

I don't know anything about the Star Wars afterlife or the lore behind their deities or "maker", but this is what I envision after Mayday dies.

Maker: Welcome, Mayday.

Mayday: Is this death?

Maker: It is.

Mayday: Are... my men here?

Maker: Yes, they are.

Mayday: Can I see them?

Maker: That depends.

Mayday: On what?

Maker: On your judgement.

Mayday: Judgememt?

Maker: Yes. You must be judged. Please tell me why I should let you pass on.

Mayday: I... there's not much I tell. I lost my squad. They followed me... and died. Their deaths are on my shoulders. I also... failed my mission. I guess I have no reason.

Maker: Perhaps. But were you a good soldier?

Mayday: I... I'd like to think so.

Maker: Commander Mayday. You followed your orders and served your men well. They gladly laid down their lives under your command. Each one spoke highly of your leadership.

Mayday: They did?

Maker: Yes.

Mayday: They were good men.

Maker: As are you. I will now pass my judgment upon you. I judge you as a good soldier and grant you access to paradise. Enter and join your brothers in peace.

Mayday: I am truly grateful.

*doors of heaven open*

*standing on the other side is his squad*

Squad: Commander! What took you so long? You're late! We've been bored without you! Come join us! Hexx and Veetch beat you here! Our squad is back together again!

Mayday: Hey boys.

*group hug*

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #tbb mayday #tbb crosshair #did someone order angst? #tbbb speaks #tbbb quotes

[earth-93]

BRIGADE FILES: ICEMAN (Part 1)

Stars & Stripes Hotline [Version 1.10]

C: \login\BuddyHolly

C:\Users\mini\BrigadeFiles\Xmen

Directory of C: \BrigadeFiles\Xmen

04/26/2006 9:19 AM Total Files Listed: 15 File(s) 168,248 bytes

Directory of C:\BrigadeFiles\Xmen\DRAKE_ROBERT.txt

[file data =

Main Alias/Moniker: Iceman

Legal Name: Robert Louis Drake

Other Aliases: Bobby, Bobii, Dairaku Bō-chan, Frostbite, Frosty

Date of Birth: June 14th, 1987 (Age: 18)

Status: Alive

Species: Mutant

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender

Height/Weight: 5'4'' (1.62m) / 115 lbs (51.8kg)

Hair/Eye Color: Brown / Blue

Timeline (1986 - 2002): Bobby was overprotected by his parents growing up. He was named after an uncle who died in Vietnam, and spent the first few weeks of his life in intensive care after being born premature. His parents reportedly harsh and disapproving of the slightest of behaviors—which, according to Bobby, included skateboarding and pop-punk music, so the Drake's standards for bad behavior were decidedly low. Their discipline only grew harsher as the family expanded, and his parents overexerted themselves with Bobby's other two siblings. This home life led to Bobby growing up with poor self-esteem, paired with a fixation on excitement and leaving his life in suburbia behind.

Timeline (2002): Bobby's powers first manifested at a classmate's birthday party. He and several others were in the home's heated pool, and all but Bobby eventually crawled out citing the water growing prohibitively cold. The adults involved chalked up the incident to a fault in the pool's heater, but the incident made Bobby realize he always had a high tolerance to cold weather. In addition, by that point the Fantastic Four had formed within the last few weeks, and Bobby was among the many New Yorkers swept up in the mania over the return of superheroes. Even with the word "mutant" not yet in his mind, it was enough to convince Bobby that there was more to him than just environmental tolerance, and he was right.

Over the next few weeks, he began to experiment in private, learning to not just affect temperatures around him, but freeze bodies of water and even the humidity. Bobby was priming himself to become the next big superhero, but even as he perfected his ice-slides, courtesy of his skateboarding skills, he was still too far out to get in and out of the city without drawing his parent's suspicion. Thus, most of Bobby's earliest tenure as a superhero was largely patrolling his Long Island neighborhood.

On one such patrol, Bobby oversaw a submarine rising out from the coast. Investigating, he ran into Johnny Storm, who was also staking out the sub. Bobby had his first team-up, helping the Human Torch save an unconscious Sub-Mariner from a gang of pirates, and Bobby went back to the Baxter Building, where he first gained a more proper understanding of his powers. The Fantastic Four did not give Bobby the recruitment offer he was hoping for, but he returned home early that morning feeling his big break was finally coming. Those hopes were cut short by the time he made it home, where his parents were awake and waiting for him.

The only member of Bobby's family who knew about his powers was his little sister, Aurora. The two siblings had conjoined rooms and Aurora ventured into Bobby's one night after being awoken by a chill to find her brother's room filled with snow. Aurora was amazed and delighted by Bobby's powers and was his first fan and confidante, but she ultimately buckled when the eldest Drake, Ronny, grew suspicious of Bobby and confronted Aurora. Ronny in turn told their parents, who grounded Bobby but were apparently evasive to acknowledge his abilities. When Bobby relayed him being a mutant from Richards, his only response was his mother sheepishly asking Bobby to try "not being a mutant."

Timeline (2002 - 2003): The whole experience left Bobby in a fowl, despondent mood. So much so that when Rocky Beasely, a frequent bully of Bobby's, began taunting him one day, Bobby lashed out, freezing Beasely solid. The incident was quickly swallowed by anti-mutant hysteria, with Bobby detained by the authorities and his assault trial becoming a local news event. That was when we first got involved. The Professor arranged for Agent Duncan to act as Bobby's legal defense. In addition, both Wren and the Fantastic Four navigated the public discourse around Bobby's case. It was Richards who first theorized that Bobby would be a able to unfreeze Beasely with no health complications. The theory ended up becoming true, and with it the assault charges were overturned.

The Beaselys dropped charges, but the stigma surrounding Bobby remained. The Professor once more intervened, offering for Bobby to finish his education under his tutelage. To the surprise of most of us, they agreed, though we had our suspicions it had more to do with distancing themselves from the acrimony Bobby's arrest had caused than it was his well-being. Out of all of us, Bobby started out with the most stress and negative feelings towards his mutant identity, but the fresh environment of the Mansion also gave him the opportunity to test his limits without burden.

Looking back, in his earliest days Bobby hadn't yet so much embraced being a mutant than he thought he could get his dreams of superheroism back on track among the rest of us. This is probably why, despite having the least personal investment to intervene in Santo Marco, he was the most enthused among us to form what would become the X-Men, and to save the world as a bona fide superhero. That enthusiasm did a lot to convince the Professor for Bobby to come along, what with him being the youngest and still a minor at the time. And it's a good thing he did, as Bobby ended up being our secret weapon in Santo Marco.

continue data? y/n]

#earth93 #marvel #comics #fanfic #comic books #x men comics #xmen #iceman #bobby drake #fantastic 4

[marilynsweet]

“Storm came to America for a visit - thought we should hang out at the beach before the summer runs out!”

-Dreamer’s official Instagram

#music stars au #music stars! frostbite storm #music stars! asriel dreemurr #frostbite #asriel #frostbite storm #asriel dreemurr #oc x canon #oc #undertale #undertale au #undertale oc #frostriel #beachwear #beach #dragon tattoo #Frostbite vc: haha dodging the law by getting a tattoo in america

[apricious]

tags: first assortment.

#❄ ╱ apricity — the warmth of the winter sun (visage) #❄ ╱ searching for something; a story‚ perhaps (drabble) #❄ ╱ a storm — both frightening and beautiful (esque) #❄ ╱ do not lose the strange habit of having faith (isms) #❄ ╱ both the blue skies and the blizzard (aes) #❄ ╱ a spinning winter snow in grey skies (thoughts) #❄ ╱ winter comes in spirals of snowflakes (in character) #❄ ╱ call the bird back‚ let it sing (music) #❄ ╱ season of blooming frostbites (headcanon) #❄ ╱ the silence of the untranslated stars (capricorn) #td.

[raeynbowboi]

How to Play as Ariel in DnD 5e

Ariel is probably one of the easiest Disney Princesses to translate to DnD, since Mermaid lore is massive enough to allow for her to pull from numerous sources for powers beyond the ones she demonstrates in her film. So, let’s break down all the ways that we can play as Ariel.

For her Race, Ariel has two main contenders: Triton or Variant Human. If you want to lean more on Ariel’s aquatic origins, the Triton will allow Ariel to breathe underwater and swim, though Tritons still have legs for walking on land. However, Ariel gave up her voice to walk on land with the specific request to become human, meaning she also works as a Variant Human. As a Variant Human, she gets one free skill, take either Persuasion or Deception to sway the minds of humans, or Performance to make use of your lovely voice. She also gets +1 to two different stats, and we’ll give her +1 CHA and +1 DEX. Lastly, Variant Humans get a free feat. For her feat, take Inspirational Leader to take advantage of her high Charisma score or Eldritch Adept, which gives her a Warlock Invocation which she can change every time she gains a level. When she reaches level 5, take Gift of the Deep for underwater breathing and a swimming speed, assuming she doesn’t get underwater breathing from her subclass.

For Ariel’s background, she is the Princess of Atlantica, which would make her a Noble for History and Persuasion. However, because of her nautical themes, a DnD translation of her character could also be a Sailor or Pirate for Athletics and Perception, or because she is the star of a musical recital at the beginning of her movie, she could be an Entertainer for Acrobatics and Performance.

BARD

BARDIC MAGICAL SECRETS

10th Call Lightning, Tidal Wave 14th Control Water, Chain Lightning 18th Tsunami, Storm of Vengeance

A lot of fairytale princesses would be stereotypically associated with the bard class, but Ariel is one of the few times I would actually agree with the consensus. While it’s true that many Disney Princesses sing, Ariel’s voice actually plays a central role to her story, as not only is she a talented singer who performs for her subjects, but she’s also robbed of her voice by Ursula, and we also see that this voice is a powerful tool when Ursula uses it to charm Eric. On top of this, old sailor tales told that mermaids could alter the direction of the wind, lure ships to their destruction, or whip up violent waves, whirlpools, or thunderstorms when angered. So a lot of Ariel’s magic would stem from her singing voice, making Bard an excellent choice for her.

COLLEGE OF LORE BARD

Bonus Skills: Investigation History/Performance Arcana/Persuasion

Additional Magical Secrets: Maelstrom, Whirlwind*

A lot of people give Ariel flack for becoming a human in pursuit of a man she doesn’t know, but fail to remember that in both the original fairytale AND the Disney film, Ariel’s fascination with the land and humans existed before her interest in Eric. As someone who wants to collect information and has a treasure trove full of sunken trinkets, a Lord Bard is a surprisingly good fit for Ariel. However, because she has multiple possible backgrounds as well as a possible added skill from her race as a Variant Human, I instead laid out substitutions and other possible options for her skills. When Ariel reaches 6th Level in Lore Bard, she’ll get 2 additional Bardic Magical Secrets. Use this to give her Call Lightning and Tidal Wave at 6th level, and pick up Maelstrom at 10th level, and Whirlwind at 14th level.

COLLEGE OF GLAMOUR BARD

This is one a lot more people are likely to assume for Ariel. Her voice literally has hypnotic powers which Ursula/Vanessa uses to charm Eric. So it’s safe to assume that Ariel could do the same with her voice. With this subclass, Ariel utilizes the alluring song of the sirens to accentuate her ability to charm, seduce, and persuade people with her hypnotic voice.

BARD SPELL LIST

Cantrips Friends Light Message Vicious Mockery

1st Level Charm Person Command Cure Wounds Identify Speak With Animals

2nd Level Enthrall Shatter Suggestion

3rd Level Call Lightning* Fast Friends Tidal Wave*

4th Level Compulsion Control Water

5th Level Dominate Person Geas Maelstrom** Mass Cure Wounds

6th Level Chain Lightning Mass Suggestion Otto’s Irresistable Dance

7th Level Whirlwind**

8th Level Glibness Tsunami

9th Level Storm of Vengeance

WARLOCK

Ariel makes a deal with a powerful entity to get what she wants. That is a textbook Warlock. This is a great option for how to handwave Ariel’s presence on land as a human, having her make a deal with Ursula for a human form. It can also give Ariel a more villainous side as the puppet of the evil witch of the sea.

PACT OF THE FATHOMLESS WARLOCK

The warlock pact option is pretty obvious. You swear your fealty to a powerful entity that dwells below the sea. There’s also a heavy flavoring of tentacles and oceanic magic which fits signing a pact with Ursula.

WARLOCK SPELL LIST

Cantrips Eldritch Blast Friends Frostbite Lightning Lure

1st Level Arms of Hadar Charm Person Create or Destroy Water

2nd Level Gust of Wind Enthrall Suggestion

3rd Level Lightning Bolt Hunger of Hadar Sleet Storm

4th Level Banishment Control Water Summon Elemental

5th Level Bigby’s Hand Cone of Cold Enervation

6th Level Mass Suggestion

7th Level Power Word: Pain

8th Level Glibness

9th Level Power Word: Kill

Whether you lean more toward Ariel as a Bard, a Warlock, or a mix of the two, she still makes use of her charismatic magic. she has the power to conjure the wrath of the tides, summon bolts of lightning, whip up blustering winds, and lure gullible men into doing her bidding, all very thematically appropriate for a dangerous creature of the sea. And if you’d build her a different way, tell me where I went wrong in my build of the Princess of Atlantica.

#princess ariel #ariel #the little mermaid #little mermaid #disney ariel #disney princess #disney princesses #princess of heart #princesses of heart #kingdom hearts #atlantica #mermaid #dungeons & dragons #dnd #dnd 5e #Dungeons and Dragons #dnd fifth edition #Fifth Edition #dnd 5th edition #5th edition #5e #d&d #d&d 5e #ursula #disney ursula #disney villain #disney villains

[ageless-aislynn]

My 2020 Fanworks Year In Review

Let’s start off by saying 2020 was... a year. :S But it was a weirdly productive year for me when it came to writing. I also learned how to do a better job in making GIFs (I think I’m doing better, anyway ;) ) and I made a few vids along the way. So, how about a recap? ;)

VIDS

A little bit of a light year when it comes to vidding. I made 6 vids. All of the Flash vids can be found gathered here as their own chapters, linking back to their Tumblr post or Youtube page. ;)

1. “Stay” (Harry/Caitlin | SnowHarry, The Flash) 2. “Mine” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseFrost, The Flash) 3. “Strict Machine” (Harrison Wells doppelgangers & Eobard, The Flash) 4. “I Know You” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow, The Flash) 5. “I Just Want You Back” (Eobard/Caitlin | Snowthawne, The Flash) 6. “Storm” (Evelyn/Lee, A Quiet Place) (Secret Santa gift for Kat/littletonpace)

GIFs

I’d made a few GIFs before in the past but it was a sort of laborious process using Paintshop and Animation Shop. Now that neither of those work on my current computer, I’ve been looking for new ways to do graphics. After trying out a few free options, I’ve found a method that let’s me combine my vidding skills with GIFmaking and I’m having so much fun! :D Right now, I’m just focusing on trying to make clean GIFs with the occasional hopefully funny caption.

One of the first GIFs made this year:

The last made this year:

Winner of the “I also made a couple of GIFs for something other than the Flash, I promise” Award: ;)

;)

FICS

Yeah, this was the “Go big or... go bigger” year for me when it comes to fics. I wrote what could conservatively be called “a crap-ton” ;) number of fics, all for some variation of Snowells or another... except for the final one. *dramatic music* ;) A previous “big” year for me was 2016 with... 6 fics written. o_O

Cut because there are 50 titles incoming. O_O ;) Please check the ratings/warnings at AO3 for each fic, though I’ll go ahead and warn here for the most explicit. ;) 

1. “The Thousandth and the First” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow/Snowthawne) Chapter 1 was written in 2019, ch 2-10 came in Feb/March of 2020. This is still currently the longest multi-chaptered fic I’ve done. (Note: rated NC17 (E), though a PG13 edited version is available on my Livejournal comm - collected as part 1 and part 2) 2. “Equal Opportunity” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow, Frost/Nash) (Note: rated R (M), PG13 edited version available on my Livejournal comm) 3. “Elevated” (Eobard/Killer Frost | Frostthawne) (Note: rated NC17 (E) The Frostthawne Escapades fics are all higher rated, either for explicitness or being slightly more potty-mouthed than the rest. *looks at Frost* Frost:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )  4. “First Date Second” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 5. “Star-Marked” (Frost/Nash) 6. “First” (Frost/Nash) 7. “Batman Vs The Robot Flea And The Ninja Hedgehog” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 8. “Fair Play” (Killer Frost/Eobard | ReverseFrost) 9. “Crazy For You” (Frost/Nash) 10. “Breakfast” (Frost/Nash) 11. “Unrequited” (Sherloque/Caitlin | Snowloque) (Chapter 1 of 4, WIP) 12. “Granted” (Caitlin/Harry, SnowHarry) 13. “Caught” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 14. “Five Times Eobard Came To Caitlin’s Rescue (And The One Time She Came To His)” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 15. “What Love Is” (Frost/Nash, Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 16. “Would You Be Mine (And Would You Ask If He’d Be Hers, Too)?���  (Frost/Nash, Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 17. “Getting To Know You” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 18. “Cupid’s Kiss” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow)  (Chapter 1 of 3, WIP) (Note: rated NC17 (E)) 19. “Kidding Around” (Eobard & Caitlin) 20. “Good Evening” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 21. “*With Benefits” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry)  22. “Haunted” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow, Frost/Nash) (Chapter 1 of 5, WIP) 23. “Good Night” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 24. “Melt” (Frost/Nash) 25. “Broken” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 26. “Goodbye/Hello” (Caitlin/Harry, SnowHarry) 27. “Scandal, Us?” (Frost/Nash) 28. “Distraction Techniques” (Caitlin/Harry, SnowHarry) 29. “I Know” (Caitlin/Harry, SnowHarry) 30. “Kitty Cait” (Flashpoint Caitlin/HR, Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 31. “Fire and Frost” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 32. “Somnambulist” (Frost/Nash) 33. “In Need of Rescue” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 34. “Maybe” (Earth-2 Killer Frost/Harry) 35. “Dark/Light” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 36. “Refuge” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 37. “One Day” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 38. “...And Make It Better” (Frost/Nash) 39. “Rhyme Time” (Caitlin/HR) 40. “True Enough” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 41. “Forgiveness” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 42. “More Than Anything” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 43. “Nefarious Business” (Eobard/Killer Frost | Frostthawne) (Note: Part of The Frostthawne Escapades .) 44. “Quitters Never” (Killer Frost/Eobard | ReverseFrost) 45. “Back” (Caitlin/Harry | SnowHarry) 46. “Frostbite” (Killer Frost/HR) 47. “Inevitable” (Eobard/Caitlin | ReverseSnow) 48. “Just Your Average Wednesday”  (Eobard/Killer Frost | Frostthawne) (Note: Part of The Frostthawne Escapades .) 49. “Confession” (Eobard/Caitlin | Snowthawne) 50. “Cold Hands” (Jordan Mahkent/Caitlin Snow, Stargirl, The Flash)

50 exactly, no way! :D My writing muse was on 🔥 fiiiYAH 🔥 this year, lol! ;)

FANWORKS GOALS FOR 2021

Naturally, I hope I can keep improving when it comes to fics, vids and graphics. I have several vid ideas in progress for a couple different fandoms. Hopefully at least a few of them will eventually get done. ;) 

I’m hoping to finish the last of my Snowells Kisses prompts in January, which includes “Unrequited” ch 2-4 (2 and 3 are done), “The Ice Dragon and the Winter Fox” (WIP) and the final prompt, hopefully fittingly titled “Epilogue.” I’m really excited for all of them and I hope anybody who reads will enjoy them. I’ve put a lot of thought and planning into each of them, so... *fingers crossed* that it shows! ;)

“Cupid’s Kiss” ch 2 is done, ch3 is in progress. “Haunted” ch 2- 5 is finished, the sequel “Split” is in progress (probably will be 4-5 chapters). They’ll both be finished before I start posting “Haunted” since it has an “Empire Strikes Back”-style ending. ;) 

I really enjoyed dipping my toe into the Stargirl world and I have several more ideas in store for Jordan and Caitlin but want to finish everything else first. ;) 

The Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne aka “Try” aka the biggest fic I’ve ever written with the smallest title, lol, is still in progress. If it goes as projected, it might be 25 chapters? :S I’m not sure anybody is here for that but darn it, I still would like to get it done anyway! ;) It’s continuing to lumber along at the rear of the pack. Hopefully it will rumble across the finish line one of these days. ;) (These particular versions of Eowells, Caitlin and Mattobard exist very vividly to me, I don’t even know why. Mattobard!Eobard is a different version than any I’ve written so far and I really want y’all to get to meet him. :D )

Anyway, if you read all of this, thank you. You are a super star! :D Many, many, many thanks to everybody who’s taking time to read, watch, like, kudos but especially to reblog and comment, it means A TON, I cannot even tell you how much. *big, smishy hugs*

Here’s to a 2021 that brings us a much better RL and many more fanworks to enjoy! 

Love to you all! 

♥♥♥

#my 2020 fanworks year in review #aislynn's vids #aislynn's fics #aislynn's graphics #snowells #eobard thawne #i like making lists #it help me to see how far i've come #and to hopefully see the road ahead of me #;)

[tieflingteef]

a couple avatar concepts (feel free to use in fanfic or whatever, though credit would be appreciated if you do)

- The Buried: Albert Crest, an old-school diver who drowned when his equipment malfunctioned as he was exploring an old shipwreck. Though the rest of his crew would have survived, his first action as an avatar of the Buried was to pull them under with grasping tendrils of plant life. He now does the same to anyone else who comes to the sunken ship in which he died, posing as a corpse until his victims draw near.

- The Desolation: Desmond Skinner, MD, a doctor who treated a group of researchers working in the Arctic Circle. It was so cold up there, even with the preparations they’d made and protections they’d put in place, and at times Dr. Skinner found it difficult to think rationally. One day, as he was treating Dr. Emma Whateley, who had somehow been cut off from the rest of the group and disconnected from all communications, for the frostbite she had developed while alone, he found that he couldn’t help but think of how much easier it would be to just let her die. He shook away the thought and treated her as normal, but he realized the more he thought about it that he had no idea why he bothered. When the power shut off without warning, he didn’t think twice about disabling the emergency generators and leaving the rest of the group to their fate, protected from sharing it by the strange resistance to cold he’d found himself experiencing ever since he treated Dr. Whateley. When he made his way south, he found that it wasn’t just about immunity- no, he could send that cold into the bones of others, and they would suffer from it in a way he found so strangely pleasing.

- The Lonely: Emma Whateley, PhD, an Arctic Circle researcher working for the same group as Dr. Desmond Skinner. She found herself cut off from the group while on a routine expedition out from the base, all her communications dead. The extreme cold made it hard to think straight, which she decided must have been the reason she had gotten lost in the first place, as well as the reason that all she could think about was how much easier it was without a group, just wandering the Arctic alone. Though she developed frostbite and had to have it treated by Dr. Skinner when she finally regained contact with her group, she couldn’t help but think that she could have treated it herself. These thoughts mounted in her brain, and eventually, she harnessed that same force of complete isolation that had cut her off from her group to cause the power to shut off in the research base, plunging everyone there into that darkness and cold she’d grown to think of as a symbol for her perfect world of nothing and nobody at all. It was a welcome surprise when the emergency generators somehow turned off before she got around to it herself, but she couldn’t help feeling a spike of ice-cold anger when she saw one other person escape from the research base: Dr. Skinner, who seemed to share her strange new immunity to the cold.

- The Spiral: Mira Solomon, PhD, a physicist who studied the many-worlds hypothesis. One day, Dr. Solomon found herself struggling with a particular equation, which she began obsessing over for weeks on end. Eventually, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and saw how tired she looked. She resolved to find something else to work on, but when she left work that night, she immediately felt that something was wrong with the outside world. Buildings were slightly off, people didn’t look quite the same, nobody seemed to recognize her. When she went back to her apartment, her lock didn’t work and she was confronted by an angry tenant who was renting out the apartment she was sure was hers. She spoke to the landlord, but his face was wrong, and as far as he was concerned, she had never lived there. Dr. Solomon began to doubt herself, assuming she had somehow mistaken another apartment building for her own, but she couldn’t find it anywhere. She became homeless and jobless, nobody recognizing her or knowing where she came from. Eventually, she accepted the truth of her situation: she’d entered some sort of alternate reality. As soon as she did so, she understood the equation that had continued to torment her in her dreams for as much as she suppressed it in her waking life, and her mind twisted into something else. She became one with the Spiral, and she fed it with the fear of those she encountered, people she’d never seen in her life whom she threw into worlds that were not their own. She knows that what she does is wrong, but it feels too right to stop.

- The Vast: Ethan K. Pierce, a cosmic horror author whose work was shaped by dreams he had of a great shapeless chaos, something impossibly ancient lurking just outside our world. His stories became increasingly bizarre and difficult to follow as he suffered from a prolonged nervous breakdown, attributed to lack of sleep by his friends. One night, his publisher asked him to consider toning down the more obscure aspects of his prose, and Pierce stormed out in a fit of rage. But when he looked up at the night sky, he saw a cluster of stars that looked almost like an eye directly overhead. He stared up at it, and it blinked. When he went to sleep that night, he dreamed that he was taken into the unthinkably long-lived creature- no, not creature, force- that lived in the stars above. It made him part of itself, and he rejoiced in becoming part of it. When he awoke, he decided there was nothing to do but quit writing his hackneyed horror stories and show others the terror of the night sky firsthand, plunging them into a world of nothing but darkness and stars, where impossibly huge forms move slowly, deliberately, almost imperceptibly, behind the veil of shadow that covers them. After all, he still hears that music in his dreams.

#drowning cw #the magnus archives #my stuff #ask to tag #death cw

[flydotnet]

Brighter than the Starry Sky

Summary: Kirino wants to show his boyfriend something while they're in Hokkaido.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven Go Ship: Established RanTaku

Wordcount: 1.5K words

Notes: The stars are beautiful tonight. This was written for my giftee for this year’s Secret Soccer, @elestialgz-scraps! We sadly don’t share a lot of ships, and the one we do didn’t inspire me, so I hope you’re all right with some awkward RanTaku! Considering Kirino is one of your favs, it’s written in his POV. I hope you’ll like it nonetheless! (Btw, you’ve got some nice character tastes, my friend: Tsunami is :ok_hand:). I also happen to suck very hard at Japanese geography (I was already not the best History-Geography major in prep class and I’m not the best at Brazilian and French geographies to begin with), so I’m in doubt concerning Hokkaido and freezing temperatures. I got all my Hokkaido knowledge from Inazuma Eleven and Detective Conan and this was the result I’m afraid. Anyway y’all, happy holidays, and let’s hope for an Inazuma-filled 2020. (TL;DR: get your shit together Level-5).

Event hosted by @inazumasecretsoccer.

AO3 version available here.

-----------

It came to Ranmaru in a frenzy, almost like a spontaneous fire started by a little spark, while he was doing some homework: what about stargazing?

At first, for a couple seconds, it seemed like a bit of a dumb idea: it was cold outside, especially in Hokkaido, the wintery air would bite them, and Takuto would most likely refuse in fear of catching something. It’d be a wise move, even if it bothered him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to hold a grudge against his own boyfriend.

 Yet, there were more reasons to at least ask him about it; in fact, too many of them for Ranmaru to resist. The winter sky was the best to see stars sparkling in the dark, especially in the clearer north, where the lights of Tokyo couldn’t obscure the view, where there were far less luminous pollution, in a place where they (hopefully) wouldn’t be disturbed in the middle of a moment of intimacy. Usually, the group liked to interrupt, so spending some time alone together, far from the rest of the world and society, seemed more than welcome…

After all, what could possibly go wrong? Well, a ton of things, and Takuto would be the first to point every one of these out with surgical precision, but he guessed he’d ignore them until they came up, for once. It wasn’t his kind to be reckless, unlike some of his friends; yet the appeal of the idea he had just had was too strong for him to deny. He supposed playing it risky couldn’t hurt, from time to time…

 To his surprise, Takuto only hesitated for a little bit, most likely the time it took him to calculate the balance between risk and reward. They agreed on an evening, after his piano recital (to nobody’s surprise, he had managed to have his instrument carried all the way north), behind the backs of literally everyone else but the coach. Surely they could benefit from some alone time, couldn’t they? They deserved it, after going through so many events.

This spontaneous idea became real right before his eyes only on the following evening. Yes, it went this fast: one moment he was hesitating even bringing the idea up, the next they were in the snow and the starry darkness of the night, hand in hand, covered in hot clothes and cheeks reddened by the cold and the sudden intimacy of the situation. With a little luck, nobody would disturb them…

 If Ranmaru didn’t know much of Hokkaido, he still spotted a comfortable spot fairly quickly. It was a landscape-viewing site, high in the air, the wind blowing under it and through Takuto’s red silky scarf (and Ranmaru wished he even had half the money to buy him such a good item of clothing, but alas, he was a bit too poor for that, which his boyfriend didn’t hold against him in the slightest). Invaded by a sudden blow of enthusiasm, he brought the both of them with his legs running.

When they arrived, considering the ground was covered in snow, he hesitated to make the both of them sit. Considering Takuto didn’t seem too keen on doing so either, he felt content staying up, fingers enlaced. Needless to say, he hadn’t seen everything through and was just realizing it. Oh well, sometimes, you had to leave yourself to the arms of fortune, didn’t you?

 So here they were, alone together, facing the sparkling starry sky. Despite the coldness of the winter winds and their breath transforming into mist as soon as it met the air, they both felt warm. At least, Ranmaru sure didn’t feel like he was in the middle of a polar-like region, which seemed weird considering it was the opposite way earlier this day, but he wasn’t going to openly complain about it. Sometimes, life was good; right now, life was at its best.

Neither of them talked, profiting from the calm and serene silence. Gazing at the sky, then each other, then the sky, was absolutely enough for now. Well, that was what he thought until Takuto was the first to open back the conversation, much to his surprise:

“This is Orion.”

Takuto’s hand showed the way to stars forming, indeed, the double-triangle shape of Orion. Ranmaru, being fairly bad at spotting constellations himself, was already in awe by just being with his special someone in a charming place with no one around to disturb them: this was only making things better from then on. Of course his boyfriend would be knowledgeable there too! Was there a single thing Takuto couldn’t do?

Well, frankly, Ranmaru didn’t know, but also didn’t want to. He was fine thinking his boyfriend could do literally anything as long as he wanted to. It made him stronger. The spark shining in his eyes, lit by the pale light of the full moon smiling upon them, only made it even more beautiful than it was before. At some point, he may have forgotten to look at the stars.

They continued stargazing for a time, Takuto pointing different constellations and explaining the myths behind their names. Sometimes, while they couldn’t per say see some of them, Ranmaru would still get the story of Andromeda, Chiron the centaur, the vase pouring its stars into the sky. It was less the stories themselves that interested him, as he was more focused on the fun Takuto had telling these to him, sometimes humming music that reminded him of the different myths he’d mention.

 The conversation eventually slowed down and came to a halt, right before starting back up.

“I’ve really enjoyed our time so far. Thank you for bringing us here.”

If Ranmaru felt his face burning again, he preferred to hide it behind a laugh.

“Thank you for accepting it in the first place, then. Wouldn’t be the same without you.”

If they didn’t usually dare getting more physical, they went for the kiss this time. It wasn’t exceptional, considering it was the very first, sure; but it’d have been a lie to say it didn’t make him want to live that experience again. They’d have to give it a second shot once their lips wouldn’t be this affected by the cold.

 Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t letting go of their evening, eventually forcing them to abandon the sight-seeing spot and find shelter inside. The inn the team was staying at being quite a long walk from where they had gone, until the wind let out, they had to find a nearer place. It didn’t quite help that, shortly after they finally decided themselves to leave and find a warmer place to stay in, the snow had started falling. Talk about a misfortune! Good things always had an end, he supposed…

As not to get lost, they held onto each other’s hand as they traversed through the early stage of an incoming snowstorm, clinging to the other for some human warmth. Of course something would go wrong, what did he expect? Something always has to go wrong! Ah, well, at least, they’re together, and that does fill him with determination. They’ll find a way out and then drink a nice cup of tea or chocolate, once they’ll have escaped from potential frostbite. Hokkaido truly is a polar region.

 It should have been easy to spot the light of a warm building in the night, but the snow made it much harder than it had any right to be. Most of what they were both seeing was the white of the capricious weather, the darkened browns of the trees, sometimes the stars and the moon breaking through the incoming blizzard. They had gone through much worse than this, Ranmaru recognized that fact every single day with little to no doubt, so it was just a question of time.

They didn’t talk much, only reminding the other not to let go or asking him if he was fine enough to continue without taking a break. Blame it on the oxygen trying to bite them from the inside if they breathed in too much of it and the supplementary effort of walking up to a place they didn’t know the location of.

 To their relief, they eventually found a place with bright yellow windows shining in the dark of the night, warm and welcoming, albeit familiar-looking. To be fair, Ranmaru didn’t care at this point: he just wanted them not to freeze outside. As long as they could stay here until the storm let out, they’d end up perfectly fine. In the short term, that was all that mattered, so they started running towards the lights, still silent aside from their panting.

Once they arrived in front of it, Ranmaru immediately rang the bell next to the door. No time to waste outside, even if he felt his boyfriend get closer to him for more warmth. Perhaps that hadn’t been such a good idea on the side of weather risks and temperatures, but the adrenaline and dopamine of it all lingered even as they waited for some help to come to their side.

 As soon the door opened, Takuto’s hand still in his, Ranmaru immediately remembered why this place seemed so familiar, even in the uncomfortable circumstances they had found themselves in.

And that was Tenma greeting them with a big smile and a very loud “where have you been, guys?!”.

#Inazuma Eleven #inazuma secret soccer 2019 #rantaku #kirino ranmaru #shindou takuto #fluff #fanfiction #ao3fic #slash

[trihearts-bull-corner]

Prompt Challenge

So this is my writing prompt challenge. It is a very long list, and some of the quotes are very long. Every line is from my favorite author, Sherrilyn McQueen (previously known as Sherrilyn Kenyon). Quotes that inspire fluff, romance, and/or angst

[[MORE]]

You have the optimism of a child. (Julian) Peter Pan all the way. (Grace)

Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

But as the Roman playwright Terence once wrote, From many a bad beginning great friendships have formed

I don't suffer from my insanity -- I enjoy every minute of it.

I marvel at the fact you’ve lived to your age and no one’s taken those rose-colored glasses and shoved them up your ass.

Just because you can doesn't mean you should.

Oh contraire, mon frère. I’m able to annoy anyone in ten syllables or less. Sometimes, I don’t even have to speak at all. I just walk into the room and it rankles them.

It's easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it's lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.

You’re not done with me entirely, human. I’m the mother of his daughter. (CharacterA) You’re right. You are ____'s mother, poor her. But you’re wrong about one thing. (characterB) And that is? (CharacterA) I’m no longer human. I’m the Atlantie Kedemonia Theony – the guardian of the Atlantean gods. And right now there’s only one of them walking about and to save him from one more bad memory created by you, I’d bathe in your entrails, bitch. As for ___, she’s a big girl – I know, I used to live with her. She’ll survive the death of her mother. Trust me, I have firsthand experience with the subject. (characterB)

"How can anyone be afraid of love?" (CharacterA) "When you love someone... truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it's crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough... but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?" (characterB)

Aren't you an enigma wrapped in a thick coating of contradictions.

Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right.

Do you want my input or is this just an angry tirade you need to vent? (CharacterA) Both! (characterB) Okay, you rant and I’ll add my comments at the end. (CharacterA)

We have three kinds of family. Those we are born to, those who are born to us, and those we let into our hearts

I assure you, princess, if you saw the real me, you’d run for cover. (CharacterA) Only if I knew you’d be waiting under that cover for me. (characterB)

"Oh God, I just kissed a vampire!" "Oh Gods, I just kissed a human!"

I have a computer, a vibrator, and pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?

Bitch please...you haven't seen mean yet.

"____! I won’t leave you here to die." (CharacterA) It’s okay, princess. I don’t mind dying for you. (characterB)

Life is a tapestry woven by the decisions we make.

If brute force doesn't work, you aren't using enough

You know the incredible thing about hearts is their unbelievable capacity for forgiveness. You’d be amazed what people will overlook when they love someone

my balls if you crawl inside a bottle and pickle yourself solid. I’ve got other things to think about now. But let me remind you of something a good friend once said to me when I was being eaten alive by feelings I didn’t understand. ‘Even when my marriage was bad, it was good.’ I had no real idea what you meant that night, but now I do and I’m grateful to the gods I can finally believe in that I took a chance on something that almost killed me. The life I have now…no, the woman I have now is worth every rotten moment of my worthless existence that led me to her door, and I would relive it all to have one kiss from her lips. You’re the one who told me that the right woman was a shelter from the storm

I wasn't born, I was unleashed.

She couldn’t very well let him join her in bed like that. Sure you could. No I can’t. Please? Hush, self, let me think.

We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we set a new record

Get off me, you lard-ass, halitosis, flea-infested horror-movie reject! 

I thought only a wooden stake through the heart killed a vampire. (CharacterA) A wooden stake through the heart will kill just about anything. And if it doesn't, run like hell (characterB)

You’re the only thing I’ve ever done right in my entire life and if anything ever happened to you, they’d have to dig two graves ‘cause I couldn’t live a single day without my baby beside me. (parent to child)

You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for. 

C'mon, Tabitha. You stabbed me the night we met without even blinking. (CharacterA) Yeah, but you were a dirtbag then. (characterB) I think I'm offended. (CharacterA)

I learned a long time ago not to judge people by what they look like, sound like, or by the clothes they wear. Just because a house is nice and shiny out front doesn’t mean it’s not rotting on the inside.

you're right ___. I am a selfish bastard. I had to be, because no one else gave a single shit about me except me

I have found my star. She is beauty and grace. Elegance and goodness. My laughter in winter. She is courageous and strong. Bold and tempting. Unlike any other in all the universe, and I cannot touch her. I dare not even try

I’m here because I know the sadness inside you. I know what it feels like to wake in the morning, lost and lonely and aching for someone to be there with me

What are you doing? (CharacterA) I'm getting into my car. (characterB) You own this?! (CharacterA) No. I'm stealing it with the key in my hand. (characterB)

So, does this make you visibly challenged? (CharacterA) No, but if you don’t lay off me, I’m going to make you breathing impaired. (characterB)

I'm the top of the food chain and well...you're the food

___ says that tragedy and adversity are the stones we sharpen our swords against ao that we can fight new battles.

Sure. My ego's had enough time to recover a modicum of dignity. Let's make sure we crush it again before I mistake myself for a god

Human will is the strongest will ever created. There are those who are born to succeed and those who are determined to succeed. The former fall into it, and the latter pursue it at all costs. They won’t be denied. Nothing daunts them.

You know when people say fine, it generally means ‘leave me the hell alone because I don’t want to talk about what’s really bothering me

Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.

We're not the damned, folks, we're the categorically fucked. 

So is there any part of you that’s not a lethal weapon? (CharacterA) No. Even my wits are sharpened. (characterB)

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally

The past is dead. Tomorrow will become whatever decision you make it.

Strength through adversity. The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell. It is pounded and struck repeatedly before it’s plunged back into the molten fire. The fire gives it power and flexibility, and the blows give it strength. Those two things make the metal pliable and able to withstand every battle it’s called upon to fight.

Love is deceitful and sublime. In its truest form, it brings out the best in all beings. At its worse, It's a tool used to manipulate and ruin any one who is stupid enough to hold it. Don't be stupid

Forgiveness is the best part of valor...Discretion is easy. It's finding the courage to forgive yourself and others that is hard

Even if I were lying on the sun itself, I would be freezing there without you

I learned the bad guys are not always bad, the good guys are not always good, and to quote Captain Barbossa, the parameters are like rules, mostly guidelines. And that it takes a little bit of bad boy to fight the evil in the world.

Laugh it up, asshole. But she who laughs last laughs longest, and I intend to belly roll tonight

I think infatuation is like a garden. If tended and cared for, it grows into love. If neglected or abused it dies. The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it's like to live without it.

What? It's not my fault I stab all the fanged people. They shouldn't look like vampires. (CharacterA) I didn't look like a vampire, but you stabbed me. (characterB) Yeah, well, you looked like a lawyer so I had to kill you. It was a moral imperative. (CharacterA)

Where are you anyway? (CharacterA) I don't know. I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a Mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic. (characterB) Why are you at ____'s? (CharacterA)

You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you

He who lets fear rule him, has fear for a master

Be kind to dragons, for thou art crunchy when toasted and taste good with ketchup

If you have any care for ____ at all, don't leave him in darkness. It's not fair to show someone the sun and then to banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone

Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much you could think of nothing else?

Gee, thanks Dad. I promise to be a good boy and play nice with the other kids.(CharacterA) Smart ass. (characterB) Better than a dumb ass.(CharacterA)

I'm too young, too smart and too good-looking to die.

You're so afraid of being hurt that you attack first. Only those who really care about you will weather the assault of your verbal attacks and stay. The rest will fall away.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live

The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces.

Just how many sisters do you have? (CharacterA) Eight. (characterB) Eight? (CharacterA) What? (characterB) I'm just pitying whatever poor males lived in that house with all of you. It must have been truly frightening at least one week out of every month. (CharacterA) Was that a joke? (characterB) Merely a frightening statement of fact. (CharacterA)

There, there, baby. We'll hide her body in the trunk later.

Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person.

Yeah, it never fails to amaze me how a single lie can undo an entire lifetime of good

Is he a good boy? (CharacterA) No, Mom, he’s Satan incarnate. In fact, once it’s over, we’re going to get liquored up and tattooed, then find some cheap hos and have a good time with his trust fund. (characterB)

Oh no, no, no! Are you going to suck my blood? (CharacterA) Do I look like a lawyer to you? (characterB)

Hey, yummy leather guy? Can you hear me? 

Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss other people. Life's too short to worry about what other people do or don't do. Tend your own backyard, not theirs, because yours is the one you have to live in

It would have really cramped my future plans had I died. 

No power from above can make one human love another. Love comes from within the heart.

There are always three sides to every memory…yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two

You don’t knock on the devil’s door, boy, unless you want him to answer.

Take care of him, ____. And remember it takes great courage and heart for a man who knows no kindness to show it to another. Even the wildest of beasts can be tamed by a patient and gentle hand.

To infinity then. (CharacterA)  What’s that mean? (characterB) It’s something my dad used to say when I was a kid. To infinity, meaning you’d see something through to the end. (CharacterA) Infinity is never-ending. (CharacterB) That’s right, which means you keep going and going no matter what happens or what obstacles you meet. Over, under, around or through. There’s always a way. And if you have to chase something to infinity, strap on your big-boy pants, hiking boots, and go. (CharacterA)

Whoa, what is this? Battle of the Sarcastic and Pissed? Should I make popcorn? Forget American Idol, man. This is much more entertaining

Life is serious. (CharacterA)  No, life is an adventure. It's thrilling and scary. Sometimes it's even a bit boring, but it should never be serious. (characterB)

You can take my life, but you'll never break me. So bring me your worst… And I will definitely give you mine.

Just remember, anger is always your enemy. You must keep your emotions in check. The moment you lose control of them, you lose the fight every time.

It’s a responsibility that I take most seriously, so excuse me for banning you from killing them because you have reverse PMS. (CharacterA) Reverse PMS? (characterB) Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you’re cranky twenty-eight days out of the month. (CharacterA)

You are the only warmth in my heart. The only sunshine my winter has ever known

I wonder why no one called the police about the rocket launcher? God knows my neighbors usually report it if I so much as fart in my backyard.

I am a socially awkward mandork. 

What else can I do to piss you off? (CharacterA) You can leave me. (characterB) I would never do that, ____. No one can live without their heart and that’s what you are to me. (CharacterA)

What planet are you from? Obviously Planet Insanity was missing a local, long-term resident.'

Actions that sometimes seem mean aren’t. Rather they are done by the ones we love in order to protect us without our knowing it.

Knock, knock. (CharacterA) Now, ain't this a bitch. Here I am, trying to kiss my girl, and you have to interrupt us. What, were you raised in a barn? By the way, touch the woman, or the Lamborghini, and you're a dead man. (characterB)

The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel... its poverty by how little

You’re human. No one cares if you sleep with a whore. (CharacterA) (characterB did something she’d never in her life done before. She slapped another person.) You ever insult ____ again and so help me, I’ll do to you what you allowed your brother to do to him. I’ll cut your tongue out for it. ____ is the man I love and no one, ever, takes issue with him without having issues with me. (characterB)

Your destiny is shaped by choice, never by chance. Beware the decisions you make, no matter how small, for they will be your salvation...or your death.

Wake up, ____. Your psychotic criminal is playing with knives.

I accept you as you are, and I will always hold you close in my heart. I will walk beside you forever

Words are easy to say, but emotions betray the best intentions.

Because I have no boobs. My ears stand out, and I have freckles all over me. (CharacterA) Boobs? (characterB) Breasts. (CharacterA) You have very nice breasts. (CharacterB) Thanks. What about you? (CharacterA) I have no breasts. (characterB)

I love you, I love you, I love you! And if you ever die on me again, I'll kill you so dead!

I'm old enough to make you look like an embryo. 

How did you get me here? (CharacterA)I have my evil Jedi ways. The Force is strong with this one. (characterB)

Have you ever noticed that salvation, much like your car keys, is usually found where and when you least expect it?

The man may not be dead, but he was certainly stiff. And this had nothing to do with rigor mortis

He was like some wild, untamed creature that you could keep and feed for a time, but in the end you knew you'd have to let it go for its own sake as well as yours

I will fear no evil for I am the baddest bitch in the land

Ironically no one ever wants to hear what I have to say about anything. They usually argue with me to the point I want to put them through a wall. Hopefully you won’t be so dense

So you're the infamous ____. (CharacterA) Lord and Master of the great barbarian horde that roams the night. (characterB)

No one should have to pay for love in flesh or blood. 

Should I ask about the handcuffs? (CharacterA) Not unless you want to live...otherwise if anyone asks, tell them I died of a heart attack during a wild sexcapade with her. (characterB)

A flower can't grow without rain. (CharacterA) Too much rain and it drowns. (characterB) And yet the most beautiful of the lotus flowers are the ones that grow in the deepest mud. (CharacterA)

I’ve spent my entire life listening to people tell me why I can’t be loved and how I’m nothing but a worthless piece of shit. I always told myself that I didn’t care, that I didn’t need anyone else. It was a lie, you know. I do care and I want ____. If it costs me my life to be with her, it doesn’t matter. I’ve already lived past my prime, anyway. I get up every morning with more pain in my joints than the day before. If I have to die, I’d rather die knowing someone cared about me, just once. Is that really too much to ask? (CharacterA) For us? Yes. It is. We are the gutter and the gutter is all we’ll ever be. Don’t reach out for the stars. They’ll burn you until there’s nothing left. (characterB) Then let me burn. (CharacterA)

Should I warm the oven and bake you a batch of hero cookies? 

I don’t even know what to say to you. (CharacterA) Me, either. I guess we’ll just stand here and cry at each other, huh? (characterB)

Everyone cries sometimes, ____. There are some pains that run too deep for even the strongest to take without breaking. I don’t think any less of you for it.

Please nothing, she’s a vicious piranha. She looks all cute and cuddly, then she opens that mouth and lets loose so much venom she could double as a nest of scorpions

Don't worry, ___. I'm an acquired taste. Most of my best friends had to know me for years before they could even stand my presence. I'm like mold, I usually grow on you very slowly

You know, I've walked this earth for over eleven thousand years, my lady. I have seen things in my life that are unimaginable to you, and you ask me if I doubt you? Lady, I doubt the very air you breathe

(CharacterA) "You are naked."......"You are so naked" (characterB) - "I know" (CharacterA) "You are naked!" (characterB)  "We've established that." (CharacterA) "You're happy and naked." (characterB)"What?

Please don’t let it be another cop. I’m outta bail money. Wait a minute…I could sell you on eBay and make a killing. (CharacterA) Not in my current condition. You’d have to sell ___ or ____. I’m sure there’s someone willing to buy two perfectly good white boys. (characterB)

Hey!" (CharacterA) snapped as he realized (CharacterB) was about to lock him on the outside with their attackers. He pushed the door open and glared at him. "No man left behind." (characterB) scoffed. "This aint' the army, boy. It's every man for himself. Fall behind. Get eaten!"

I marvel at the fact you’ve lived to your age and no one’s taken those rose-colored glasses and shoved them up your ass.

Because I don’t feel broken when you look at me. (CharacterA) How could you feel broken? (characterB) I was shattered as a child and thrown away, like a piece of trash no on wanted. But you don’t treat me like that. You see in me the human bit and you touch that part of me. You make me feel whole and wanted. (CharacterA)

Fate is a bitch with a wicked since of humor and today I'm her punchline

If you're going to hell buddy, I'm driving the bus

I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six

If I am to be judged it will be for who I am. Not for who I'm trying to become

I will count the heartbeats until I see you again

It's official take a psycho to work day. Why else would I be here?

The bitterest pain of all is when you can only hold someone in your heart who you used to hold in your arms

Pain baptizes us all without prejudice or mercy

Whatever doesn't kill me better run like hell

True love will always find it's way through paths where even feral lorinas fear to prey

So goes my incentive to fight fairly. You want fair, play with kids. You wanna come at me, make out a will.

People who don't know me, think I'm quiet. People who do, wish I was.

Shall I show you to the door... Or would you rather go out through the wall?

Before you rattle my cage, you'd best make sure I'm padlocked in it

There are two ways out of this room. The window behind you and the door behind me..... You might survive the window.

Everyday do one thing that scares you. Or one thing that scares other people

The truth spills as quickly from furious lips as a lie. The trick is to learn which is meant to wound and which is meant to enlighten.

We all have out burdens... Just some of us have the ones that strike to kill us vindictively

If you want to see exactly how angry someone can get, tell them to calm down when they're already pissed off!

Don't be afraid to love. Yes its a weakness, but it's a source of greatest strength you'll ever know.

Because you are taking the most important parts of me with you, ___..... My heart and my soul. You are not just my wife. You are what sustains me.

Talk is cheap. Pain is free and I'm peddling the shit out of it. So you come and get some.

Why be difficult when with a little bit of effort you can be impossible

The lies we tell ourselves to survive seldom bring peace to our hearts

Destruction is good for my soul, but it sucks to be you

Family isn't perfect, just perfectly ours

#writing prompt #long prompts #boom quotes #sherrilyn Kenyon #the dark-hunters #the league #its a challenge

[riotatthemovies]

Stinker rama during the so called snow storm

Shredder (2003)

A no star cast slasher released by MGM . A time right at the tail end of the new era slashers like Scream, I know What you did ...,, Urban Legends, There is even a trailer for Jeepers Creepers 2 at the beginning of the film.  After enough money was made in that era of Slashers staring cast members of Party of 5 or Buffy.  However this movie is so basic and dumb that if it was made a few years later it would have been on digital video and released by a backyard release company. The guys and girls in this movie do look like they could be random characters in crap like OC or something but none of them have that star quality. The main character Cole is in Fuller House now and one of the girls appeared in Supernatural and One Tree Hill.. so you know the kind of young hollywood leftover trash you are getting into. The only legit cute girl only appeared in one episode of 7th Heaven but thats about it (I do my research damnit). Oh shit the creepy euro guy that joins them was Ryan Steele on VR TRoopers.. that is some legit geek cred points there. So yeah REAL shit hollywood leftovers.  I want to be excited by a VR Trooper being there but his awful fake accent is worse then frostbite on your ears.

AAANNyyyways it is paint by numbers slasher from the “safe” mainstream horrors or the 90s. Kills happen with very little blood , the characters are all unlikeable. This mean girls mentality (mean guys included) in later day hip slashers confuses and intrigues me. Is it so that you will want them all to die or is it that it is geared to a vapid Paris Hilton now Kardasian loving youth audience that the naive old man filmmakers assume people will relate and actually enjoy these awful people. Its 2003 before selfies were a thing but the 90s fashion stills makes you want to smack everyone.   AAAAnnnnyways douche bags go to e a ski hill that is owned by a very skanky rich blonde girls family. The sheriff and the old folks at the truck stopped warn the douche bags not to go to the hills cause of  the murders that have happened there.  A lot slashing happens but they are all weak and generic so to market to a major audience. Perhaps the saving grace of the film is the footage of snowboarding jumps and the Warp Tour era soundtrack filled of wanna be Nofx and MxPx like tracks. There is a band in the soundtrack called Beefcake (that made me laugh) Which is funny since I like none of those things (snowboarding or warp tour bands)and it is still much better than the awful witty banter with plenty o sexual innuendo but no actual sex. The boarding and music is definitely better than the mysterious ski goggles wearing killer, cause he is pretty blah as fuck... duuuudde.

 It is a moment of time when Snowboarding movies came out a lot and would be forgotten just as fast. The amount of times they say the world Shred to make you feel like they are legit snowboarders.  Do you remember movies like Out Cold or Shred with Tom Green OR the action packed Extreme Ops snowboarder movie? No? Probably for the best.

You know a lot of valley kids get killed in this and you do sort of cheer for it. Especially the ones that seem to die by their own stupidity. Good for them DUUUDDEE!

This movie is a wipe out... wait thats a surf term... and I am not sure if its bad or not. Shot better than most horror movies in my private collection but this movie is still bad. 

#shredder #shred #dvd #horror #bad movies #4life

[ineedtoreadmorepoetry]

Feminism by Denise Duhamel

All over the world, Little Bees, Star Scouts, and Blue Birds play Telephone, whispering messages in a chain link of ears--no repeating (that’s cheating), only relaying what they hear their first shot. Sometimes “Molly Loves Billy” becomes “A Holiday in Fiji,” or “Do the Right Thing” becomes “The Man Who Would Be King.” Still, there is trust. Girls taking the Blind Walk, a bandanna around one’s eyes (Pin the Tail on the Donkey-style) as another leads her through the woods or a backyard or entire city blocks. Girls helping where they are needed or inventing ways to aid where they seemingly are not. Memorizing remedies for cuts and stings, frostbite, nosebleeds. Their motto: Be prepared at all times. Full of anxiety, they watch for home hazards, check for frayed toaster or hair dryer cords. Outside, they watch for color changes in cloud formations, the darkening of the sky. They’re safest in cars during electrical storms.                                          There’s so much to remember and learn. So many impending disasters, yet so many well wishes for their world. These girls shut the tap as they brush their teeth, secure glow-in-the-dark reflectors on their bikes, and do at least one good turn daily. They are taught that alone they are small, but if they can empathize with each other, they can gain power. Just to see what it feels like, a walking girl may spend an afternoon in a wheelchair. Another may stuff cotton in her ears. And to be readied for what lies ahead when they grow up and they’re no longer Girl Scouts, they make collages cutting images from magazines showing what they might be: mothers or lawyers, reporters or nurses. Or they play Rabbit Without a House, a Brazilian form of London Bridge, or American Musical Chairs. There will always be an odd number of girls, always one left out. The earth and her scarce resources.  Survival in Sudan begins with Sheep and Hyena. And though all the girls may try to protect the one who is the Sheep in the middle of their circle, most often the outside Hyena does not give up and breaks through sore forearms and weakened wrists to eat her. Red Rover, Red Rover, it is better when Girl Scouts stay together.  So they bond tightly in their Human Knot, a female version of a football team’s huddle. And all holding hands, they squeeze their Friendship Squeeze, knowing each small one-at-a-time grip is like a Christmas tree light, each a twinkle the rest of the strand cannot do without. Each missing face on the missing child poster like the fairest of all looking into her mirror. 

#Denise Duhamel #August 8

[sleepykittypaws]

One Royal Holiday

Original Air Date: October 31, 2020 (Hallmark) Where to Watch?: Hallmark will replay it multiple times this season, and for every season in perpetuity

This one should have been called Hallmark Takes Advantage of the Broadway Shutdown to Get Tony Winners to Star in a Connecticut-Made Christmas Movie, but I guess that title was too long. 

Despite the screen being shared by Krystal Joy Brown (Diana Ross in Motown: The Musical and a little show called Hamilton, where she's played Eliza since December 2019), Victoria Clark (Tony for The Light in the Piazza), Laura Osnes (Tony noms for title roles in both Cinderella and Bonnie and Clyde), and, finally, current sole Best Actor in a Musical nominee Aaron Tveit (Moulin Rouge), all we got was a few bars of a capella caroling and Osnes and Tveit singing Winter Wonderland over the opening credits. Both great, but I wanted more. So much more. All that talent just sitting there and Hallmark doesn't have them do the most obvious thing of all…sing.

How come we can get full blown performances from people like Jana Kramer or Alicia Witt in movies this season, but royalty can't indulge in a little Christmas karaoke when they're staying at a small town B&B?

So, if you don't want to read the rest of the review and just get to the gist of my feelings it's…They should sing more.

The plot of this one is the royal family of "Galwick" (appreciate the lack of an “ovia” country) gets stranded by a snowstorm in a small town inn and the Crown Prince falls in love with both the holiday, and the daughter of the owner, who happens to be the nurse who took care of his father, all without ever knowing it.

Osnes and Tveit have considerable charm, on their own and together, and courtier Bradley Rose makes a meal of his fairly small role, but there's just too many ‘What's that, come again now?’ moments to make this really work for me.

They're actual ruling royalty, at an official benefit event at the exact same hospital where Osnes works as a nurse, but she's totally unaware of them. Em, OK. I mean, even if someone didn't care about those sorts of things, security would have been a nightmare at work that day, if nothing else.

The line about why these royals aren't traveling with a retinue is fine, but the idea that there's this huge storm, but it's totally safe (and smart) to drive an extra hour to some bed and breakfast they've never heard of in a stranger's car is the beginning of a horror movie, for sure. (Bonus: This debuted on Halloween.) Not to mention there's zero even attempt at an explanation of what kind of hotel would throw out literal royals.

Also, they're internationally famous enough that Osnes best friend/mayor, played by Brown, recognizes Tveit on sight as a prince, but we later learn Osnes spent weeks caring for his dad, the king, without a glint of recognition from either her, nor a single other hospital employee, since she never even heard a rumor about his identity. Yes, that is the way most places of business operate around celebrity.

Also, also, and even more galling…We're supposed to accept that the royals can fly back and forth from Galwick to Connecticut at the drop of a hat for a holiday pajama party, yet they never bothered to come visit their beloved father/husband as he recovered from a near-fatal heart attack? Seriously?!

I mean, there's suspension of disbelief and then there's insulting to our intelligence, and this one definitely tipped into the latter for me. And, the thing is, they didn’t even need any of these unbelievable and ridiculous things to tell the exact same story. Totally unnecessary elements, easily eliminated. 

And I haven't even mentioned our supposed nurse asking if the king was in the cardiac ward following a [checks notes] heart attack. Where else would he be? Guys, I’m beginning to worry about the quality of care at this hospital.

There's also the second or third meet cute moment where our Prince is in danger of "frostbite" due to poor footwear decisions, necessitating a romantic carriage ride for two, and yet no one is wearing hats or gloves, and you can't see anyone's breath. 

In fact, there's never any evidence of this week-long debilitating winter storm anywhere, other than a few white blanket snow drifts in front of the inn. Every road we see is clear. Every sky blue. No wind. Temps so mild not a single scarf is ever required. Yet every morning there's still a new weather-related reason they can't leave. Weird.

Other questions include, how is this inn in business? They have not a single other guest, despite the supposed lack of accommodations anywhere else due to the storm, and their ballroom isn't even booked for a holiday event. Sounds like a solid and stable business.

Anyway, I know it might sound like I hated this one, which I didn't, but it was kind of dumb. I didn't want it to be, because these actors were all amazing, and their charm alone carried me to the finish line. But, overall, yeah, underwhelmed, even when all I wanted was a silly, romantic Christmas story. And, did I mention they should sing more?

Final Judgement: 2 Paws Up

[marilynsweet]

Some more fluff for the soul

#undertale oc #undertale #undertale au #frostbite #oc #frostbite storm #asriel #asriel dreemurr #frostriel #music stars au #music stars! asriel dreemurr #music stars! frostbite storm #oc x canon

[kalluralove]

Northern Lights

Okay @rosesnvines, here’s your request for Sparkly!

This is for #kalluramonth2k17 prompts Aurora Borealis, Sapphire and, of course, sparkly. 

Allura cursed under her breath as the wind stung her face. Well, the part of her face left exposed, which wasn’t much. Mostly just her eyes and bridge of her nose felt the bite of the icy air, her eyelashes sticking together every time she blinked back tears. Her knitted scarf was protecting the rest of it, a burst of steam escaping whenever her breath met the frigid atmosphere.

 The sun hung low in the sky, painting the clouds deep pinks and purples as it sunk into the horizon. Soon the dark night would chase it down, littering the sky with sparkling stars and, with any luck, the aurora borealis. They’d chosen this for their final spring break holiday; Keith wanting to see the Northern Lights, and Allura hoping to see the diamond studded Milky Way.

 She considered herself lucky that it was the middle of April and not January, when the weather would have been significantly harsher. She was also glad for the warmth of the person holding her to keep her from turning into a human popsicle.

 Keith was sitting behind her on the snow mobile, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He shoved his hands into her coat pockets to rub her fingers as a token of appreciation she presumed. Either that or to ensure neither of them lost a digit to frostbite. Whatever the reason she welcomed them eagerly.

 “Of all the things you could have asked for as a graduation present it had to be this?”

 Allura felt rather than heard his chuckle, the low rumble of his chest somehow making its way through her multiple layers of clothes. He leaned closer to respond, the hot wind from his mouth tickling her sensitive ears.

 “Should I have chosen another plus one? The invitation wasn’t specific, I’m sure Shiro would be enjoying this.”

 She twisted slightly to shoot a dirty look at him.

 “You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me, maybe next time I’ll invite someone else,” she huffed.

 His arms squeezed a bit tighter, a light kiss falling on her forehead.

 “Never gonna let that happen,” he teased. “Besides, I’m sure Lotor has moved on by now.”

 As much as she hated hearing her ex’s name, she had to admit dating him worked in her favor. They’d been an item all through high school and she expected to marry him after college. Thankfully he showed his true colors freshman year. She’d forgiven him one indiscretion that she was aware of, never comfortable with his promises of future fidelity. In reality she’d stayed with him because it was expected of her.

 Being the daughter of a wealthy family meant attending the finest private schools. Lotor was the guy every girl wanted to date, so when she landed an invitation to the school fall dance it was a big deal. The two were an item through graduation and had decided to go to the same college, which happened to be a state run university since Lotor’s dad had cut him off financially almost entirely.

 Keith was at the school on a scholarship, studying to go into law enforcement. Allura was majoring in international law. Still somehow their paths didn’t cross until the spring semester of their sophomore year.

 Allura smiled to herself when she remembered her first encounter with her now-boyfriend. He was working at a gas station near her apartment and she had stopped by for snacks to munch on between classes. She was short a dollar so he fished one out of his pocket to give her. After that she became a regular there. Because she ate the same thing every day Keith had usually rung her up by the time she reached the counter.

 He was so cute she couldn’t help but ask him questions about his life, although she felt guilty about flirting with him. Especially when Lotor came in with her one morning because his car was in the shop next door.

 To her embarrassment her ex had noticed Keith preparing to leave work on his shiny red motorcycle and decided he wanted it. It was bad enough he made an offer way too low for the bike, but then he insisted that someone poor enough to work retail must be desperate for the money. Finally, she managed to drag him to her car, apologizing to the young cashier profusely.

 The drive to school that day was awkward silence punctuated by his occasional requests to skip a song on her playlist. Well, most of the songs. She and Lotor had vastly different tastes in music.

 Then came the argument in the campus parking lot that sent him storming off to his English Lit class while she stomped to her Modern History course. Which, if she’d been in her right mind, she would have remembered was the next day. The realization didn’t hit her until she saw Keith slink into the classroom and sit at the end of her row.

 He’d noticed her and threw a confused look, which she responded to with a slight shrug and then turned her attention to her phone. She should have been in biology.

 Best mistake she ever made.

 She left the room flustered and red-faced, tripping over Keith’s foot as she tried to quickly exit the lecture hall. He easily caught her before she reached the floor. His strong arm had wrapped around her in what she could only describe as a perfect fit, his steel blue eyes looking at her with concern.

 After he’d helped right her she simultaneously thanked and apologized to him. Allura couldn’t help but sprint out of the class, mortified at what had just happened. Once she stopped to catch her breath a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

 He’d followed her.

 Not like a creepy stalker followed. It was a genuine kind of care that she’d never really encountered from a boy before. Keith was truly worried about her.

 So of course she started crying. Gross, snotty, ugly sobbing.

 The handsome young man from the gas station- who had been humiliated by her boyfriend and in turn saved her from humiliation- didn’t run away.

 He didn’t even look at her funny. Simply reached in his pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief.

 “What’s wrong, Princess?”

 The title startled her. Was he insinuating she was a spoiled, childish woman?

 “I’m not a princess, you know,” she responded curtly.

 “You should be. Your perfect hair, perfect voice, perfect—”

 Suddenly it looked like he remembered he needed to be somewhere else, shuffling his feet and looking over his shoulder at nothing while trying to hide his flushed cheeks.

 “Perfect what?” She couldn’t let that go, not now.

 His face grew ruddier and it seemed that the ground at his feet had grabbed his attention.

 “Face,” he had mumbled quietly to prevent her from hearing properly.

 A giggle escaped her lips before she could smother it. He looked up at her like he expected her to spout a derogatory remark a la “Prince” Lotor.

 “Then maybe we’re perfect for each other,” was her response instead.

 Now her face was growing hot, no doubt redder than his.

 Granted it was totally against character for her to say such a thing, yet there it was all laid out like an offering of peace between two enemies. All she could do was hope that this didn’t end in a stalemate or a friendly handshake.

 His eyes finally met hers and he cleared his throat. She braced for a stern “no thank you” that was sure to follow.

 “Wasn’t that guy your boyfriend?”

 “Let’s just say he’s my soon-to-be-not-boyfriend,” she countered.

 In her mind she had already played the scenario using every possible outcome. Her darker side secretly hoped Lotor would beg her to stay. Her logical side hoped he’d simply walk. Any option that would get her to the point where she so desperately wanted to arrive.

 Soon the quad was busy with students scurrying to their next classes. Allura knew where to find Lotor and decided now was as good a time as any.

 “Well, wish me luck!”

 “Wait, are you going to see him now?”

 A smile and a nod were the best response she could give, waving as she turned on her heels and headed to the library. He didn’t have a class at that time and would often wait for her there since she’d be in College Algebra for the next hour.

 Allura didn’t have to enter the building before she spotted him. He was sitting on a stone bench next to a very attractive brunette. She stayed in the shadow of the building’s overhang to watch the proceedings. The two were talking and laughing, seemingly comfortable with one another.

 Then he kissed her.

 That made things a lot simpler.

 Forgetting every word of the speech she’d prepared she rushed to stand in front of the two, waiting impatiently for them to come up for air. Patience not being her virtue she tapped Lotor on the shoulder. Several times.

 The look on his face was priceless. He jumped to his feet, effectively knocking his confused partner off her seat.

 “I, uh, didn’t see you there darling.”

 Allura quirked her eyebrow, “because if you had seen me you would have played the good boyfriend I suppose?”

 On that she went to make her escape, stopping abruptly when a firm hand grabbed her forearm. The pain caused her to wince which frighteningly seemed to amuse Lotor. He was used to getting what he wanted, her included.

 “Let’s talk about this. Don’t be so rash, we can work this out. Let’s go buy you something sparkly. You like shiny things, don’t you?”

 She attempted to loosen his grip on her arm by twisting it free. In turn he simply increased the force of his vise-like grip.

 “Let me go! We’re through, Lotor,” she sneered.

 “Now, how do you think our parents will take the news of us breaking up? My father can destroy yours, you know,” he threatened in return.

 “You need to learn how to treat a lady, asshole.”

 Allura turned towards the voice to see Keith standing behind her, hands clenched in anger. She wondered if he’d been there this whole time, waiting to protect her should she need it.

 “And you are?” Lotor questioned, not even recognizing Keith from two hours prior.

 Dropping her arm, Lotor stepped towards the raven-haired stranger. Sizing him up, he looked certain he could take the shorter man easily.

 Without warning his fist was flying towards Keith’s face. Allura cringed, expecting to hear the crack of bone when knuckle met jaw. Instead Lotor’s hand only found air, Keith having ducked to avoid the blow before chasing the taller man’s chin with an uppercut of his own.

 Lotor stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet and landing in the shrubs that fenced the walkway. Keith moved to loom over him, pulling him halfway up by the collar of his very expensive sport coat.

 “Don’t you ever, ever, touch her again. She said she’s done with you. Understand?”

 At that he dropped the injured man back to the ground and returned to Allura’s side.

 “May I walk you to your next class, Princess?” he offered, extending his bruised hand.

 “That nickname’s going to stick, isn’t it?”

 He laughed as she cautiously took his hand, worried that the swelling may need to be tended to.

 “How about I take you to get some ice for that instead?”

 He shook his head and shuddered a bit. “Nah, I hate the cold.”

  A gentle nudge from Keith brought Allura back to the present.

 “You still awake?”

 She sighed and nodded, sinking a bit further into his chest. The sun had finally set and the swirling arm of the galaxy slowly emerged from the darkness.

 No pictures, no videos she had seen could have prepared her for the sight. The magnificence of seeing far away suns twinkling from their galactic neighborhoods, knowing that chances were on one of those distant planets someone was looking back at them.

 “You finally got your sparkly. Hundreds, no thousands, to be exact,” Keith cooed in her ear.

 “Technically I paid for the trip so don’t think you’re off the hook, my love.”

 “I didn’t,” he said, pulling his hands from her pockets and moving to stand next to her.

 Allura watched breathlessly as he knelt beside her, a small velvet covered box in his shaking hand. He opened it smoothly, revealing a beautiful silver ring with a pink sapphire stone set in the band.

 “Princess, never in ten thousand years would I ever have imagined meeting someone as amazing as you. All of human history has brought me to this place, this time, to be with you. If I could simply ask to spend the rest of my life with you, if you would grant me that, I would be forever grateful.”

 This time the tears were happy tears, leaving salty trails on her cheeks and staining her scarf.

 “How could I say no to that perfect face?” she smiled, removing her glove before presenting her hand for him to place the ring on it.

 Allura pulled her scarf away from her face, leaning to kiss his frost-chapped lips. Keith reached to cup her cheeks, smoothing over them with his hands. She would have been content to stay that way for hours had a flash of light not pulled her attention back to the sky.

 She broke the kiss, tilting her head in the direction she wanted him to look. Brush strokes of greens and pinks danced brilliantly against the canvas of space. It was breathtaking.

 The rose coloring was almost the same as the gem in her ring. She stretched her hand to the sky, the stone catching the single headlight beam and sparkling beautifully in the night. Keith had done a wonderful job choosing this for her, he must have been saving for months. No, years.

 Just then a thought hit her.

 “Keith, my love, how did you manage to buy this ring?”

 “I sold the motorcycle,” he grinned. “To your ex.”

#kalluramonth2k17 #kallura #kallura positivity #Northern Lights #request #threw in sapphire cause I'm a September baby

[fromhufflepuffwithlove]

Wolf Patronus Aesthetic

|REQUESTED|

Wolves are much like how they are portrayed they are loyal, strong and are natural leaders. Wolves often can be protective of themselves at first and take a while to open up to someone but once they do they can be lifelong friends if you keep on their good side.

Wolves are a common motif within many mythologies and stories throughout America and Eurasia. The wolf is often symbolic of a warrior as they are strongly associated with being a predator and danger. The wolf holds great importance within nomadic people, and both the Eurasian Steppe and North American plains. Wolves are often assosiated with the supernatural with both Werewolves (Lycanthropy) and also often wolves are portrayed within witchcraft.

In Proto-Indo-European mythology, the wolf was presumably associated with the warrior class, who would “transform into wolves” (or dogs) upon their initiation.

Within Roman mythology wolves are mainly associated with the god of war and agriculture, Mars. He is associated with them because his twin sons were ordered to be killed so a servant placed them in a river to save them, a she wolf names Lupa found and adopted them. Due to this mythology romans generally refrained from killing wolves for pleasure and they were not displayed in the venationes. The special status of the wolf is not.

Germanic Norse mythology has three main wolves, the eldest child of Loki and Angrboda who was a giant wolf called Fenrir he is destined to devour Odin during the course of Ragnarök. He will be slain by Odin’s son, Viðarr, who will either stab him in the heart or rip his jaws asunder according to different accounts.On the other hand, however, the wolves Geri and Freki were the Norse god Odin’s faithful pets who were reputed to be “of good omen.”

Lithuanian goddess Medeina was described as a single, unwilling to get married, though voluptuous and beautiful huntress. She was depicted as a she-wolf with an escort of wolves.

The wolf as a mythological creature is greatly linked to Balkan and Serbian mythology and cults. It has an important part in Serbian mythology. In the Slavic, old Serbian religion and mythology, the wolf was used as a totem. In the Serbian epic poetry, the wolf is a symbol of fearlessness.

In Japanese mythology, grain farmers once worshiped wolves at shrines and left food offerings near their dens, beseeching them to protect their crops from wild boars and deer. Talismans and charms adorned with images of wolves were thought to protect against fire, disease, and other calamities and brought fertility to agrarian communities and to couples hoping to have children.

Some Alaska Natives including the Nunamiut of both northern and northwestern Alaska respected the wolf’s hunting skill and tried to emulate the wolf in order to hunt successfully. First Nations such as Naskapi as well as Squamish and Lil'wat view the wolf as a daytime hunting guide. The Netsilik Inuit and Takanaluk-arnaluk believed that the sea-woman Nuliayuk’s home was guarded by wolves. The Dena’ina believed wolves were once men, and viewed them as brothers.

Native American culture wolves are often mentioned and used, they are associated with courage, strength, loyalty, and success at hunting.In the cardinal directions of Midwestern Native Americans, the wolf represented the west, but it represented the southeast for the Pawnee tribe. According to the Pawnee creation myth, the wolf was the first creature to experience death. The Wolf Star, enraged at not having been invited to attend a council on how the Earth should be made, sent a wolf to steal the whirlwind bag of The Storm that Comes out of the West, which contained the first humans. Upon being freed from the bag, the humans killed the wolf, thus bringing death into the world.

Native Americans have long seen the wolf as an animal of power. Many tribes credit the actual creator of the earth to be a wolf. The Arikara and Ojibwe believed a wolfman spirit made the Great Plains for them and for other animals. Many tribes consider wolves to be closely related to humans. The reason for this belief is because of the wolf’s dedication to its pack, a trait the tribes attributed with themselves. The Navajo tribe was known for performing healing ceremonies where they would call upon wolves to restore health to their ill. Wolves were admired for their superb hunting skills. Prayers were offered in honor of wolves before they went out of hunting excursions.

The Pawnee’s connection with wolves was so great that their hand signal for Pawnee was actually the same one that they had for wolf. Before battles, Apache warriors would pray, sing, and dance to gain the teamwork, strength, and bravery of wolves. The Pawnee, being both an agricultural and hunting people, associated the wolf with both corn and the bison; the “birth” and “death” of the Wolf Star (Sirius) was to them a reflection of the wolf’s coming and going down the path of the Milky Way known as Wolf Road. The Navajotribe feared female shamans in wolves’ clothing called yee naaldlooshii, literally “with it, he goes on all fours”. Wolf in Navajo is mąʼiitsoh- literally “large coyote”.

There is an Omaha legend in which a wolf guides a wounded warrior back to his camp, alerting him whenever there are rival warriors nearby and showing him the easiest path. There is a Cherokee legend, Two Wolves that is often referenced in media. In Cherokee beliefs, there was a clan called the wolf people. They would never kill a wolf, believing the spirit of the slain wolf would revenge its death. The Cherokee also believed that if a hunter showed respect and prayed before and after killing an animal such as a deer, a wolf, a fox, or an opossum would guard his feet against frostbite. The Tewa tribe believed that wolves held the powers of the east and were one of the zenith power-medicine animals.

The wolf is a national symbol of Chechnya. According to folklore, the Chechens are “born of a she-wolf”, as included in the central line in the national myth. The “lone wolf” symbolizes strength, independence and freedom. A proverb about the teips (sub-clans) is “equal and free like wolves”.

In this modern age wolves are often influenced by the big bad wolf stereotype from Aesop’s Fables and Grimm’s Fairy Tales. The wolf in the Scandinavian tradition as either representing the warrior or as a symbol of Odin, sometimes combined with the Christian symbolism as the wolf representing evil or the devil, came to be a popular attribute in the heavy metal music subculture.

#wolf patronus #patronus #wolf #harry potter aesthetic #Aesthetic #patronus aesthetic #series

[candypainted-rogertaylor]

Merry Christmas // Jack Maynard

Requested by: @dansdimpledance​

Request: As I loved that imagine so much I’m here to request one more. A Christmas one, where you decorate the tree with one of your families and eat, open your presents (you both get each other amazing things) and just lots of love and with Jack again.

Pairing: Jack Maynard x Reader

A/N: God, I’m so sorry for not being active. It’s literally nearly been a month since Christmas but I didn’t forget you! I’ve been really stressed by school recently because the first half of the school year is over in a week and since Christmas they’ve been torturing us with homework and shit. Also I have to get an important essay ready anytime soon and have been writing on it every day. Sorry again but here’s your imagine and if you want you can request more if you want. As many as you want. ♥

You’re in the kitchen cleaning the dishes when you hear keys opening the apartment door of the Maynard/Pieters/Y/N household. Heavy breathing and weighting steps are heard in the hallway. “Love, we’re home. Got a surprise!” “Coming!” , you shout over they playing music you turned on because every work is done faster with music. You finish cleaning the dishes and open the kitchen door to get wet socks because you step directly into a trace of snow that the boys probably got in with them. You made your way after the trace, into the living room. “Seriously boys, I’ve just cleaned the whole apartment and you’re not even able to take off your shoes before you-“ , you were distracted by your boyfriend Jack and his brother Conor putting up a fir-tree. “C’mon Y/N, stop complaining and be proud of us instead, we got a bloody Christmas tree”, Conor rolled his eyes playfully, knowing how stressed you were about the fact that you would celebrate Christmas with the Maynard family the next day and had to do all the food, wrapping up presents and clean and decorate the whole flat. Because since Josh was with his family in South Africa you offered to take the work from the boys mother and be in charge of everything this year. You wanted to make a good impression, their family has met you before but you’ve never cooked for them and you just wanted everything to be perfect. You went up to them, pulled your boyfriends beanie from his head and ruffled his hair slightly before you pecked his lips shortly but full of love and relief and then gave Conor a little kiss on his cheek. “You guys are the best!”, you smiled widely while Jack blushed a light red, smiling sheepishly. “I know, we are and that’s why you guys are in charge of decorating this tree. I’ll be off filming a video with Joe. Sorry, my dears.”, Conor winked at us and went out. “Well there were only two left I guess.”, Jack giggled. “What an asshole.”, I shook my head laughing, walking out of the room, Jack following me to finally take off his shoes and jacket. I came back with 3 boxes full with beautiful silver and golden stuff to decorate the tree with fitting the decoration in the flat. You put them down on the sofa that stood close to the tree when Jack came up to you. He slung his arms around your waist and pulled you closer carefully. “I didn’t say a proper Hello yet”, he said quietly in a raspy voice. “Well hello then, handsome”, you grinned, cupping his face with your left hand while your right hand rested lazily on his chest. You caressed his cheek with your thumb as he closed the gap between the two of you kissing you passionately. You kissed back immediately and melted into the kiss. Jack smiled as he felt your enjoyment and deepened the kiss before you slowly pulled away after a time. “Got some work here, aye?”, he pointed behind you to the boxes with the tree decoration. “Ugh yeah.. little compromise; I’ll go back to the kitchen because I still have to prepare something for the food tomorrow and you start with putting the lights onto the tree. When I’m ready I come back to help you decorate the rest of the tree, okay?” “Okay, princess, hurry up, because I love some hopeless romantic, decorating the Christmas tree with my amazing girlfriend for the first time.” You giggled, “I’ll do the fastest I can. Love you, idiot”, pecked his lips and went to the kitchen again. While preparing some cooking for tomorrow you heard Jack struggling which put major smiles to your face. He was too adorable. As you were finally done, you came back to the living room just in time. Jack had put the lights on and it already looked amazing. “Good job, Sexy”, you wiggled your eyebrows. “Of course”, he said confident, “where do we start?” You laughed getting a smaller box out of one of the three you placed on the sofa. You gave it to him explaining, “These are the biggest balls, hang them onto the bottom  and always switch from golden to silver and from silver to golden again. I do the top parts instead.” He nodded taking the box and you started. You talked about everything and more while decorating until Jack kept quiet after some time. You were too concentrated not to break something so you didn’t really notice until tons of tinsel flew over your head. “Suits you. Glowing even more now”, Jack laughed while you didn’t say anything, thinking about your revenge. “Fuck off, Maynard, that was a bad decision.”, you grinned evilly, storming up to him, starting to tickle his stomach. “N-no st-stop PLEASE!”, he begged between laughers, “ I c-can’t breathe!” I stopped laughing as you put some of your tinsel around his neck, over his shoulders and onto his head . “Who cares about the tree though? We look better anyway.”, you giggled, Jack getting some tinsel out of your face. “You’re the most beautiful anyway”, he pecked your lips and hung the last ball onto the tree, now only the top star was left. He gave it you. “You should do it.”, He grinned. “But I’m too small”, you laughed. “Nothing’s impossible…”, he giggled giving you a piggy back ride so you could reach the top. You put the golden star onto the tree and finally finished your first joint Christmas tree. “Wow….”, both of you gasped as you took in your work. The tree was huge and beautiful as hell. Jack stood behind you and began hugging you from behind snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. “I’m so tired”, he whined. “Let’s go to bed then.”, you whispered and so you did. -- The next day you were up quite early, leaving Jack in bed but meeting a sleepy Conor in the kitchen. “How come to the honour to be greeted by you at this time of the day?”, you laughed about the half asleep man. “I don’t even know myself. I actually wanted to help you with the food but I’m really not made for getting up before 1pm. But please tell me what to do, I need to get properly awake”, a yawn escaping his lips. You laughed, introducing you to your masterpiece of food. Conor was a better help than you would’ve thought and everything went out pretty well. Also Jack decided to join you an hour after you left him in bed alone and started setting up the table. You wanted to get everything ready because you still had to film a video for Jacks channel so you decided to bake some Christmas cookies for the video. A horrible flour fight and cleaning the kitchen again later and you had to slowly start to get ready. You were just done as the doorbell rang. “I’m going!”, you shouted since the boys weren’t ready in time as always. You opened the door to be greeted by a warm hug by Anna who you were very close to. Jack’s mum hugged you tightly after Anna let go of you and also Jack’s dad embraced you in a lovely hug. You told them to take a seat at the table and went to get the boys. As everyone was ready you started to serve the food. Everyone was impressed by your cooking skills and enjoyed the whole meal. Everyone went over to sit on the sofa and around the tree while Jack and you brought the dishes from the table over to the kitchen. “That was amazing.”, Jack whispered, kissing your forehead. “Thank you so much”, you smiled relieved about the fact that everything went out so well. “C’mon, love birds, we finally want presents!”, Anna shouted from the living room. You giggled and took Jacks hand. You sat down on Jack’s lap on the arm chair across from the tree. You watched everyone unwrap their presents, huge smiles plastered to their faces. Everything was perfect in that moment, pure happiness and love filling the room. Jack’s head rested on your shoulder until it was only his present for you and your present for him left. You stood up to get his. It was a simple red box with a cute white bow on it. You gave it to Jack as he smiled up to you, taking it. First he noticed a little note that was embattled to the bow. “For a better Vlogmas next year”, he furrowed his eyebrows not knowing what this meant when he opened the box carefully. His eyes lit up as he saw the new vlog camera in it that he’s been talking about for ages now. “Oh my god, Y/N, this is incredible! Thank you so so much!” He quickly stood up, kissed your sleeve sweetly and went over to the tree. He held up a long but slim present bag. “This is for you my love.”, he smiled sweetly as you took the bag. You pulled out a glass bottle with a parchment roll in it. It was decorated by a red bow and a not saying “ Wanderlust”. You opened the bottle and pulled the parchment out. There was a world map on it, a red point on London and a red line leading to a red cross over an island. Underneath the map was simply written “Hawaii”. Your face lit up as you realized what was going on and slung your arms around Jack immediately. “Thank you so much!” “You’ve been telling me about how bad you want travel to Hawaii for ages now.” , he laughed, little did he know that he made you the best Christmas present ever. -- Jack’s parents and sister had left and Conor had gone to bed as you guys decided to get a little fresh air on the balcony before going to sleep. As soon as you stepped outside you began to freeze. As Jack noticed he laid his jacket over your shoulders. “My little frostbite.”, he giggled kissing your nose and embracing you in his arms. You took in the beautiful skyline of London as…. “Hey, Y/N, look up..” You looked up to your eyes meeting the sight of a mistletoe. “Cheater.”, you laughed. Jack used every opportunity to snatch a kiss from you. “Well I guess tradition is tradition.”, he shrugged confidently, leaning in. “It probably is.”, you smiled, leaning in as well. “Merry Christmas”, he mumbled sweetly against your lips before kissing you passionately.

#jack maynard #jack maynard imagine #Joe Sugg #caspar lee #mikey pearce #Oli White #josh pieters #joe sugg imagine #Conor Maynard #conor maynard imagine #caspar lee imagine #mikey Pearce imagine #oli white imagine #josh pieters imagine #zoella #youtube #buttercream #buttercream boys #buttercream squad #love #loml #imagine #blurb #requested